Extortionist
Some people liked their cars. Rarely did they LOVE
their cars. Well. They loved them But not LOVE LOVE.
Sam loved his
car. He loved his car so fucking hard and his car knew it. His car
loved him back. But Sam also loved his boyfriend. His much older,
much more experienced boyfriend. Man, that was strange at first.
His
boyfriend knew. Obviously. His car and his Boyfriend weren't the best
of friends, but they were united in their love of Sam. So all was
well. Sam tried not to indulge in his car too much. It wasn't fair to
his boyfriend.
But he was pleasantly surprised when he came to
learn more about said Boyfriend. Namely, he got off on Sam and his
car. He got hard whenever Sam rubbed himself lightly over the leather
and made those lovely moaning noises. Got hard when he groaned
because the friction between jeans and leather got a bit too much for
his lithe body.
This power filled Sam with exhilaration, as he
made both his man and his car come. He squirmed lightly, andtook
solace in knowing that both would go far out of their way to give him
what he gave them.
After all, Simmons said it himself once. His
boy certainly was an extortionist.